Eren sat in his car for awhile before going back into his house, eyes closed, wrists pressed to his nose as he breathed in Levi's scent.

My Omega.

If he was ever going to claim an Omega as his own, it would be this one, or none at all. No one else would ever be able to hold a candle to Levi, not in a thousand years, not in a thousand lifetimes. Eren would spend the rest of his life hollow and empty if he could not be with him. He sighed, steeling himself and heading up to the door. His friends and sister were still inside, and now he would have to deal with their teasing before chasing them out. He did not want to sit around and banter with his buddies right now. All he wanted to do was to go in his room and bury himself in those sheets that smelled like Levi, bathe in that perfect scent, revel in it. Let it surround him until it was all there was. Eren was not even ashamed.